Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 05, 2024

Time

 I wanna love you 

and I wanna care, 

but my heart is broken 

and it teeters on fear.


I want you to love me,

and I want you to care, 

but the time has passed

and you aren't here. 


No chance that fate

could change this path, 

for it really is time 

that is having the last laugh. 

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